Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.